It is so hard coming to terms with our disability with your family much less the public, and not to speak of your private life. Some of us have lived with our illness forever and some it snuck up on us suddenly, either way we feel alone in the fight. I was lucky to have all good doctors working with me and I didnt have to fight for my disability but they did wait til the last darn minute to let me know the rascals. I can have sympathy for those who do go without, as I worried so much up until the day that the letter came, I didnt believe I would be labeled with a schizophrenic disorder, not so fast and not like that. It changed the rules of my life I cant even get my meds alone anymore. Some days are different and I know my family thinks I am crazy. Am I crazy? Maybe , but I am not frightning , I am still funny and talented my pdoc says. He still reads all my songs and poems and wants me to publish them, ha. He is a funny man too.